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[learning2fly]

...when I look around
I think this, this is good enough
and I try to laugh at whatever life brings
cuz when I look down
I just miss all the good stuff
when I look up
I just trip over things...

I don't know why, but I've been in this constant state of mellowness. I'm content with things as they are right now. I am grateful for what I have and what I get to do as my career. I am honored and blessed to know and love my dearest friends and family. Of course there's major things gone terribly wrong in my world and the world around me but I'm not letting it get to me. I try to focus on what I can control. Which mostly is learning not to worry all the time about things I can't change. I hope I stay like this forever.

I just realized this morning that I'm supposed to be in Georgia right now. Seeing as how the multiple hurricanes have been pummeling the coastline the poor little skrimpies have been moved to 5 miles off shore. So no shrimping trip with Dad for me. Not yet, anyway. If they start running again in a month we might still go. All I can do is wait it out and see what happens. Oh well. Such is life.

Stronghold Faire went really well. It rained like mad Friday night, which proved to be a challenge for Dale. He was nice enough to give me a ride down with him (since we live 15 minutes away from each other, it seems rather stupid not to carpool). It took us FOREVER to get there. It was dark out and raining so it was hard to see street signs. I was no help with directions either, even though this is my 3rd year performing there. I usually follow Eric's car and usually in a half asleep state anyway. I'm not alive at 6:00 a.m. I'm really not.
The cool thing was I got to sleep in the castle with the court people. I was in a fairly good mood until I was face to face with Randy and his NEW girlfriend. He's picked out yet another rennie to use and abuse and break her heart. Good luck, honey. Those two drove me batty, with him playing jazz improv on the grand piano and her attempting to do some kind of scat solo. It was cute for two seconds. Ten minutes was too much. I don't know what it is, I just got this weird vibe from the court people. I got a bunch of quizzical expressions and half smirks. As if they were saying 'Hi. Who the hell are you and why are you hanging out with us?' I curled up in a ball and pretended to sleep for most of the evening.
Saturday was nice. I woke up to a bright sunrise, reflecting the colors onto the already fall colored trees. It was beautiful. I carried all my crap over to the cabin where the fight cast and my dance troupe were staying. I was happy to put on my costume again. (my bodice is semi loose, even when I lace it as tight as it goes!! yeah baybee!!!). Our first couple of sets were rough, more like rehearsals. We all got back into the groove again and it turned out to be really fun. We had random people running in and dancing with us. Not to mention how much fun it was to see Devon in court dress. And pissing her off by reverancing every time I saw her. heeeeee. I could hear you getting yelled at several times from the other side of the site "LADY BRIDGET, PUT DOWN YOUR SKIRTS!" I had time to see a bunch of shows too. I loved seeing Jim and Greg doing their thing again. Talked to Steve about important future-of-the-BBF issues. The Saturday night bonfire was great. I found myself with the balls to hang out with the cool people I never talk to because I'm a chicken shit. I learned to play a card came called werewolf. Hung out with Joe. Found out that Corona and lime really isn't that bad.
Sunday was great too. I behaved and didn't buy anything from the many awesome shops. I didn't behave when I was flirting with Joe all day. We took a long walk and found a quiet spot overlooking the river and had a long talk. I know it's not going to go anywhere and nothing really happened. We'd be talking and all of a sudden there's Joe biting my neck. I don't know. It was weird. Nice, but weird. I feel a little guilty now because I'm trying to start something with Mike, and here I am flirting with a 34 year old that I know has a long running history of breaking hearts and hitting on younger women. It just felt nice to be noticed. That's all. I'm sure he's going to forget all about me until next season. Who is to know?

I must be off to Pilates class followed by date with Mike (yay).

Have a great week, everyone.